He never said a word but when I looked down I could see a large bulge just past his knees. My pussy has never been so wet, my juices were literally ru...nig out of me, I needed a Fuck! My daughter came home and both her and Simon then left the house to go call on friends.My pussy was running and I was feeling so horny that I couldn't wait for my husband to come home. So I went up stairs and fucked my self with my fingers until I came thinking of that cock.I quickly got change and never said. I was half way and felt his cock at the back of my throat. I couldn't go deeper as I didn't know how to deep throat. All of a sudden i felt another bit of pre cum at the back of my throat and had to swallow, as I swallowed he pushed my head forcefully deeper onto his cock till my lips reached his swollen balls. I was gagging on his cock, i was pushing away but every time he pushed me back down onto it. He was fucking my mouth. I loved it. Especially when he started to finger my pussy with his. I poured his coffee and began to make breakfast. We had our breakfast and both agreed that the video was ‘really hot’ as we smiled at each other. I asked, “You said you had a dream, what was it”? Mark smiled and said, “You were being fucked by a black man while I watched. Your climax was amazing the way you were shaking and screaming”. I smiled and said, “Maybe, some day I will have the courage”. As Mark was leaving, he gave me a long sensual, loving kiss as he ran his hand over my robe covered. We raise a glass, and I toast to life’s small blessings.We carry on throughout the night. His company a welcome distraction for the evening. He does what a man is supposed to do. Listening when I want him to, while filling the void in conversation when needed. He doesn’t bore me with his insignificant daily conquests of the corporate battlefield. Where little boys go to play, thinking themselves men. Nor is he some halfwit reciting poetry trying to impress me in his failed attempts at wit and.